Princess Against the World

"More than four hundred years...then you...are quite old!"

Laughing at himself, Feng Chenglin walked towards the bronze wall and raised his hand to touch the patterns on it.

"These patterns..."

"do not move!"

Dingmiao's voice with a changed tone suddenly came, frightening Feng Chenglin's hands to freeze in mid-air.

"What's wrong?"

"Each of these patterns and textures is an evolution of the mechanism... If you move anywhere, it will cause the mechanism to change!"

Feng Chenglin suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his back. He subconsciously retracted his hands, stepped back, and looked up with extremely shocked eyes.

"You mean... all the patterns here... are not the same?!"

"yes!"

Dingmiao's voice was deep and hoarse, with an obvious vibrato.

"That was when I was very young...I don't have complete memory...At that time, my grandfather held me in his arms and visited the tomb he made...Although I didn't understand anything at the time, I remembered its meaning. It was huge and dazzling... Later, when I grew up, I never saw this again. As time went by, I forgot about it... I didn't expect to see it here again..."

Ling Luoyu was thoughtful, and his mind was entirely on another thing: "Your...grandfather built this tomb...and the girl in black asked for your name..."

Dingmiao and Feng Chenglin both turned their heads and glanced at each other again with flashing eyes.

"Third Young Master...what are you going to say?"

"You mean...that girl said that I am still useful...is it related to this agency?"

"I don't know..." Ling Luoyu closed his eyes slightly and felt that his mind was in chaos.

She is an outsider, and all she knows is a little bit of clues.

How could she be expected to find the key point of the matter among the clues of harmony? !

"I can't tell...it's just an intuition..."

Her eyes slowly opened and she stared around.

"There must be an inevitable connection between your appearance and the appearance of the Miao family's things..."

"Ahem..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly coughed and raised his hand to point to a place in front of him.

"Um...you two...please tell me, is this normal...or abnormal!?"

On the wall in front of him, several patterns were rotating, traveling, and changing patterns at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is someone activating the mechanism..."

Dingmiao stepped forward, put his ear against the wall, and listened to the sound caused by the turning patterns.

Feng Chenglin subconsciously wanted to listen, but Ling Luoyu grabbed his arm.

"Don't move!"

"I'm not moving... I'm just curious..."

"Fat man, in a place like this, you'd better not be curious!"

Ling Luoyu took a step back and stood in the center of the room.

"Curiosity will kill the cat..."

"Why?"

Feng Chenglin had a serious look on his face.

"Who is it? Why did he kill the cat?"

"Your uncle..."

Feng Chenglin laughed out loud: "Didn't I see that both you and Dingmiao were nervous, so I wanted to help you relax..."

"Shh!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly pursed his lips, pulled Feng Chenglin back two steps, and looked down at his feet.

At the same time, Dingmiao, who was leaning against the wall listening to the sound, suddenly turned around and stared at the place where Ling Luoyu was standing just now with strange eyes.

There, a circular arc slowly expanded, revealing a dark hole.

At the entrance of the cave is a stone staircase that spirals downward.